⊱ { {. F O R M .
⊱ { {username--
sky.
⊱ { {how long have you been role-playing?--
over a year, and ever since i have joined cs. my literacy grades at school are the highest in my class.
⊱ { {what sites have you role-played on?--
i have role-played on a few, several of which had closed down and i have forgotten most of the names.
⊱ { {my preffered role-playing section--
i love to role-play plots with romance in it, and warrior cats, a series by erin hunter, adventure human role-plays and anything that intrests me and is of a literate level. i am very flexible, but some role-plays, even humoids {my favourite role-plays} don't fuel my muse. i love power role-plays, fantasy ones too. i'll do anything really!
⊱ { {how many words do you usually post?--
a minimum of six hundred words {they are also very detailed} and up to five thousand words. i havent, in a while, been able to role-play to my full standard. i wish to do this soon! my average is around 1,220 words to 3,000, with strong description and grammar. all the posts below was on a bad day, but i will be posting some of my best posts once a role-play that i have joined has started.
⊱ { {how often are you on cs?--
Everyday. It is everyday unless I am on Holiday which I will warn you about with a week’s notice, but that is very rarely. If a holiday is planned, and at the time of waiting for the flight to land back the airport, I will almost likely be on CS saying my good bye s! However if the hotel I am in has WiFi, I will try to speak to my partner and how they can improve while i am away.
⊱ { {how long are you online?--
The least amount of time would probably be about five hours per day, and the maximum eighteen. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday I will be on for a larger amount of time, over, six to fourteen hours a day. The most I have been on Chicken Smoothie was between fifteen to eighteen hours. My time is very flexible, and I normally spend time sorting pets, trading, PMing or posting on threads. On school days, I am on for a lot less, for about a period of about four or eight hours.
⊱ { {the timezone i am in--
i am in the GMT zone. i am british.
⊱ { {sample of writing--
example one::|{ . ғ α я я ɛ и . }|
↳ ( farren ) ( twenty ) ( straight ) ( the " clown of the ground " ) ↲
Farren is a girl with a tiny, slender built stature
that is almost small, slender
and strong build. She has a smooth and a nicely figured heart-shaped face that is
beautifully complimented with her very light, striling blonde hair, her side-fringe
which falls
into one eye. Light streaks of brown and fair black highlight her hair that blend
together nicely with her natural colour. It is thick and naturally wavy, and curls at
the very tip's end that falls freely to about half way up her back. It is sometimes
tied back with
a few strands escaping and falling over her eyes. Her eye brows are quite thin, yet
thicker that most. Her emotive eyes are rather noticeable, the pools of colour which
are bluer than the pacific ocean and seem to almost glitter and shine like the very
stars at night, sparkle when she laughs or at he most devious. Her eyes are normally
rimmed
with black eye-liner, and accented with long and fluttering eye-lashes. This young girl's
lips are as red as Roses and often seal that childish grin that adds to her cheeky
appearance.
Now this petite girl has an overall good posture with a very relaxed pose and good
shoulder length. Her torso is very thinly built, and it looks as she is unhealthy.
Her body is and her hips curve and stands at a height of a somewhat modest 5'6",
Farren's legs are short, yet
they can throw a kick and her
calves are well rounded. Her hands are small with nimble fingers that are almost always
drawing and writing or hand standing or cartwheeling, always finding something to do.
She dresses simply the way she feels. If she is excited she would wear girly floral shorts
and t-shirts, and if she is sad she would probably wear dark colours but always found with
her Pandora bracelet and red converse. She can put together the most random of
combinationsand it somehow seems to suit her. If Farren was in a crowd, she is a lot less
likely to be spotted by most as she blends in with others.
----------{ { 8:12 a.m .morning. asleepParadise was the scenery around the girl. She lay motionless,
not ever a flicker in this slumber. The grains seemingly dance
in the fresh breeze that cooled the sun’s torrid emission,
and only blew the teen’s thick hair. All was serene and tranquil,
silent apart from the gentle wind ruffling the trees enclosing
the flowery clearing. Her sleep was not once disturbed. A purple
wild flower was blown by the wind and was caught under Farren’s
well tanned hand.
But suddenly, she awoke, but not pleasantly. A delusion, once again
In her sleep, she had had the same dream four times in a row, all of
Paradise and lying in a grain field and her arm catching a purple wild
Flower, but what does this denote? Farren asked herself this matter
repeatedly and frequently, but the query was always anonymous.
She hauled herself from her lethargy and drowse and she almost
heaved herself from bed, falling onto the floor. The model Ellie held her
stomach
felling the sudden loss of air from whithin her lungs. "What a brilliant
start to the day!" The girl cursed beneath her inhalation. Brillaint. Just Brillaint.
She wiped her eyes and faltered into the bathroom, looking into the
mirror seeing her reflection. Ugh. The girl twisted on the tap and streaked
her face full of water that conveyed her out of her dreamland. The model ]
applied mascaravigilantly to her long eyelashes, put on a thin and light shade
of eyeshadow, added blusher
and some lip gloss that she had purchased only yesterday. She brushed
her teeth quickly and chose on her 'All-saints' white T-shirt and Black
denim leggins. Her striking blonde fell behind her back as she wiped away
loose strands of a colour like a raven's wings and put on her black leather
jacket. Her look was complete with some 'Police' sunglasses. A eccentric
sound of the door-bell ringing echoed through the house causing Farren to
lope down the stairs and answer to whoever was there. Strange. There was
no-one there. She scanned
both sides of the street, yet saw zero or no-one adequate to have been
knocking on her door. With a grimace, Farren condemned the door to a shut,
then peered out of the
window to see if the someone had returned. Kids. Stupid Kids.
she sighed and shookher head as she sauntered into the open
kitchen. Pulling out a ceral box of Corn Flakes
and pouring them into a bowl, she facilitated herself to break-fast
and a concise drink of fresh
orange juice. In the reflection of the window she saw a figure move
out-side of her house.
Stupid. The model sat down at the kitchen bar, keeping a secure look
out to see who was lurking
around her yard. The casual, everyday note from her 'hard-working' parents
had been left on the marble counter, saying the same old thing.
'Gone to work, be back at 8;30. love you'
and always signed by Dad and Mom. Well thats a change. A blue note instead
of a yellow.
What am I? Six years of age? Really...
Wow. Picking up the note, she scribbled smileys with the black fountain pen that
lay besides it. After the 'you' she wrote a xP, under the 8;30 she wrote xD, before
the 'gone' she wrote O.e
and above the 'work' she wrote c: . A day's drawing lesson complete.
She got out of the house just before 20 to nine.{ { 8;41 a.m. on her way to the Belle Carrie’s cafe.A leer began to materialize on her well tanned face as she
strolled down
the side-walk That was congested with millions of pedestrians wanting to
see many wonders of the crammed
city of dreams, or crushed ones. She managed to slip through the crowds and
get to the cafe, just in time to catch a table. She requested a small apple, and
then she was lost in daydreams. Staring
out into the hectic and eventful streets of new-york, with a population of a
staggering and vast eight million, the statue of liberty, empire state, yellow taxis,
central park, Hudson river... and Farren’s life changing new job. She was tore away
from all of this as she received a text message
From Addie, her acquaintance and fellow model. She flicked her salient blonde hair
to the side
as she switched on her iPhone and clicked on the message.
K hun. Be there soon, just at cafe. I’ve seen some lovely shoes across the road.
Can’t resist the temptation.
Farr XxX
She got up and left a tip for the waiter, and waved a succinct goodbye to the
Man at the counter.
She managed to cross the road, but with a sheer amount effeft and spped.
After reaching the other side of the road, she entered the shop by pushing
through many people. In the end she did manage to get in, but just
by a margin. She found the pair of heels just by the counter and she was
first to get them, and first to buy them.
She got outside quickly to, and pushed past people so she could get to the
edge of the side-walk. She waved her hand and got a taxi almost instantly.
She was then drived to the studio.
10:21 a.m
{sorry for the crappy ending. muse died like agaes ago -.-}
{ clown . funny . stupid . footballer .
rebel . farren . }
{ . chocolate brownies are her favourite food . }
{ . the komodo dragon and the osprey is her favourite
{ animal . }
{ . her favourite rapper is nicki manaj . }
{ . she used to support manchester city . }
{ a small, muse-lacking reply of 1,241 words }
example two::
Upon the noise of the same dreaded morning clamour Farren awoke. Alarm clock. Again. 9:30 a.m. She slammed her hand on top of the device in a futile endeavour to halt the noise, out of lucid malice. She pulled herself from her drowsiness and slumber and she almost threw herself from bed, falling onto the floor. Farren held her stomach felling the sudden loss of air from within her lungs. "What a brilliant start to the day!" The girl cursed under her inhalation. Brilliant. Just Brilliant. She wiped her eyes and faltered into the bathroom, looking into the mirror considering her reflection. Ugh. The teenager turned on the tap and streaked her face bursting of water that tore her out of her dreamland. She brushed her teeth hurriedly and pulled on her favourite 'All-saints' white T-shirt and Black denim shorts. Her onyx black hair fell behind her back as she wiped away loose strands of a colour [the colour of raven’s wings] and but on her black leather jacket. Her look was inclusive with some 'Police' sunglasses.
An eccentric sound of the door-bell ringing ricocheted through the house causing Farren to jog down the stairs and retort to whoever was there. Strange. There was no-one there. She looked at both sides of the street, yet saw nothing or no-one close enough by to have been knocking. With a frown, Farren slammed the door to a shut, then peered out of the window to see if the someone had returned. Kids. Stupid Kids. She exhaled rowdily and shook her head as she sauntered into the open kitchen. Pulling out a cereal box of Corn Flakes and pouring them into a bowl, she helped herself to break-fast and a brief drink of fresh orange juice. In the reflection of the window she saw a figure move out-side of her house. Stupid. Farren sat down at the kitchen bar, keeping a close look out to see who was lurking around her yard. The casual, everyday note from her 'hard-working' parents had been left on the marble counter, saying the same old obsession.
'Gone to work, be back at 8;30. love you'
and always signed by Dad and Mom. Well thats a change. A blue note instead of a yellow. Wow. Picking up the note, she scribbled smiles with the black fountain pen that lay besides it. After the 'you' she wrote a xP, under the 8;30 she wrote xD, before the 'gone' she wrote O.e and above the 'work' she wrote c: . A day's illustration seminar, complete.
With a final mouthful of her break-fast and the last sip of her drink, she seized her White Paul Frank bag and paced through the living room and opened the door to the unsullied morning atmosphere. Seeing that her skate-board had been intentionally moved, she kicked it back into the space it had been previously then headed towards the confidential school where she would commence her week's education as junior, with the worst known enemy to man. The teacher. Now in Farren's case this teacher was... possessed with the word 'detention', but Farren did not care about Astrology, as she wanted to become a veterinary surgeon when she had passed university and the high school exams . He had already given detention to seven people in the most recent three days. Stuff these teachers. She wandered along the side-walk leisurely with some science and Astrology books in her bag. Stuff this school. As Farren turned to look back on her house, her gaze quickly shifted to a rapid moving white Audi A3 with blacked out windows seemingly racing all the other cars down the road.
There were four kids in there in total. You could just see petite grey silhouettes from the almost completely black tinted windows. Glad I can't see their ugly faces. She drifted further away from the crowds and the looming buildings of the town. Her head seem to swarm and throb with questions. Her pace began to quick, her walk slowly yet gradually get faster and faster as she tried to escape the many pedestrians. She thought not to cut through down dark alleyways, as a narrow escape would be almost impossible for anyone if there be a dead end and gets caught up with a gang. Farren turned her head over her right hand shoulder, seeing that the car had been almost crashed into another while she had been thinking. The driver was obviously on the phone, the device to his ear and speaking in something that looked like a hushed tone.
Stopping at a busy intersection, Farren smirked indistinctly while carrying on walking and checking left to right for any oncoming traffic. Farren thought a silly thought, yet it soon changed into; Who are they? Farren glanced at a strange Audi that had been speeding down the road. Probably a kid from the local public school down the road, or someone arbitrarily stalking another teenager. Her pace began to gradually quicken as she could almost hear the school bells ringing and her stuck in detention for the next week, until she broke into some sort of a fast walk. Quicker and Quicker she stepped, care-full not to fall. With one last look behind her to check for any oncoming traffic, she ran. She crossed the road then sprinted into a nearby field, always stepping carefully ahead so she does not fall. She ran quicker than she had even done before, the cross-country practice gave her a fair chance of getting to school on time. On the buffer point between the field and the forest was a small stream, possibly jump-able, but it would take some doing. She knew that she would be quicker in here with the winding paths and thin, towering pine trees, and of course that hole, the hole in the ground. A more complex yet quicker route to her private school.
With a run up, Farren leaped further than she had ever done before, yet almost slipped into the stream but managed to clamber up just at the last moment. She cut across another small stream, careful not to lose her balance as she hopped along the stepping stones. Her converse were relatively damp by the time she had skipped down the stream and over a fallen long in her path. It wasn't long before she was close to the school grounds and out of the forest. Flitting around some towering pine trees, Farren almost tripped from a crag escape from a nook in the ground. "Damn!" She shouted as she 'epically' bailed on the rock, he shoe flipping off. "Lol. I fail" She said, returning to her feet and collecting her shoe, putting it on her foot. "Lol" She whispered again, starting to jog her way to the school. A clearing emerged as she entered what were now the official school grounds. She casually walked around the big iron silver gates and into a pleasant looking and aroma-full garden at the entrance of school, a rather hopefully sign for the day. The weather at least managed to hold back it's rain for know, Farren hoped that the sun would not hide away and it to dampen her spirits.
She slipped into the school reception without being noticed, the lady at the counter clearly with her head tied to the computer screen and oblivious to what the world was doing around her. Quickly, speeding up her pace, she added more books to her collection in her bag. A teacher, a science teacher to be exact, grabbed her arm. He was a young age and a dirty blonde with dazzling blue eyes. Mr. Ebsworth. A guy who had been a few years older than her when at kindergarten. "Farren, I need to show you something" He said, leading her into another hallway eagerly. A smile was planted on his face. Farren smirked at his enthusiastic ways, grinning loudly. "Follow me in here" The scientist asked, his hand slipping down to Farren's hand. It was almost a world full of advanced technology and test-tubes filled her sight. "How much does this cost?" Farren asked looking at her old friend. "To be honest, I don't have a clue. It's cool though" He replied, turning on a computer screen. Farren sniggered at his lack of knowledge on his own work splice, but questioned why he had brought her here. The rather plain architecture puzzled her too, it was a private school however, these places were often loaded with money, these were top of the range facilities. All parents love their kids going to a 'special' school. Special alright.
Farren was startled as a machine was turned on with a rather loud thump, her frightened voice rapidly changed into a laugh. "You are an idiot, Beck, you know. You are!" She moaned at him. "Glad I am not anything else!" He replied casually still keying in some letters not the screen. "What is that?' Farren asked, now walking over to the screen. "It's how you get all the things up and running. The boss just told me to bring you into this place and wait for assistance. Me, of all people, needing assistance? I think he was almost completely drunk at the time." He replied softly. "Ouch. That's hard. What did you do? Mess up big time or something?" Farren questioned to her old friend. "No. He just said 'wait for assistance'. It's probably because this is an area that I am not an expert in, but I'm an expert of everything as you know." The scientist said with a rather disappointed tone added to his voice. "Yeah. The expert at everything. You the one who can do a grind on a scooter and crack your head open. Expert I would say" She replied sarcastically. "How did you know it was me?" Beck questioned back with an astonished tone to his voice. "Everyone did; it was all over the school newspaper!" She replied almost laughing her head off. "I never knew anyone read those things. At least I was popular back in the day." Farren laughed at that and was quick to reply to what his friend said. "Notorious, I would say" Beck shook his head with a grin planted on my face. "Know all" He replied.
''Farren, I asked Mr. Heverwaski about the results of the Pet Dogz competition, and he knows the results. Your essay based on the African Lion, beat everyone else’s. You, and a person of your choice, gets the tickets to the tour. Congrats. ‘’ He smiled. ‘’Get your stuff ready. We’re going to pet dogz. ‘’
{ an average reply. however, i can do more. 1,771 words }
example three::
The effeminate she-cat’s silhouette of a shadow flickered in the dim luminosity of the morning. The day was youthful, the sun only just beginning to rise from its slumber of the night. She was scarcely covered by the thick vegetation at the side of the path’s boundaries as she attempted to hide from any people coming into the forest for a bizarre reason. Her neck angled to where her head remained level with her shoulders as she sustained to pick out each and every scent that interested her or would possibly be an upcoming threat to the clan. Her paws brushed almost silently over the thick layer of foliage. A sudden scent in the air of a rodent sent a flash of curiosity to a flicker in her eye. Falling quickly into the dense covering of undergrowth, her breathing silenced as she let herself camouflage within the leaves. A small creature scuttled by her, unknown of what oblivion it’s step’s would take itself to, when the apprentice leapt onto her prey, yet it escaped before she could of killed it. Poignant with the loss of prey, she headed back in the direction of camp. She was not a normal apprentice; she had been one for under a moon, but a medicine cat in training, learning the ways of the herbs. Hastily, she ran back through the scattered jades of plants and flowers. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the camp, what was seemingly buzzing with life. It was too eventful and chaotic for Dawnpaw’s liking, she preferred more silent scenery and for herself to get lost in her thoughts and search for herbs and remember their cures. Remedies were energetically buzzing around her mind from the past few days of concentrated training and tutoring, after all, she was the trainee of the shaman. All her life, she aspired to become a medicine cat, like Tumbleweed himself. In of the hectic mayhem, she saw Tumbleweed calling for her, and she was quick to pad of and explain for her absence. She approached them tom with ease, knowing that he was a humorous cat, most liking to not mind her nonappearance for the last few minutes while she was just simply wandering the routes and paths of the forest. She came up to the tom with a warm smile across her face, hoping not to be punished for not being there. ‘’ Hello, mentor, I apologise for my sudden absence and is there a duty that I need to be called to at this moment? ‘’She mewed, her eyes fixed onto the tom’s, hoping not to get noticed by another other clan-mate. She was eager to get into her training of the day, hoping to get into it as rapidly as possible. She was rather the opposite to other apprentices at her age, she wanted to learn but others just wanted to be left alone. Dawnpaw found it selfish for them to think that, as if the days turn cold with fear, and a battle is foretold and about to take place on the very own ground that they walk on, the only thing you would want is to be victorious, most of all, be secure with knowledge of self-defence. But it was not her beliefs that counted in their choices, it was their own and that was what made them, themselves. Dawnpaw’s attention never ceased to give way to other toms and she-cats hurrying around the camp, her luminous aqua eyes were entirely focused on Tumbleweed, as she found it arrogant to not pay attention to the being you are talking to. Dawnpaw awaited patiently for her mentor’s reply.
{ 609 words. very small reply, but detailed. }
example four::. . . .................... . . .
. || > annabel . f a r r e n . hart < || .
. . . .................... . . .
I'll stop the whole world
I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours
. . . .................... . . .
Ruthlessly, she roused from a light slumber, a knife engrossed firmly in her hand, with her AK47 loaded besides her. Something split the humid air from within the car, a thunderous bang, a sound hauntingly known as a grenade, a grenade was a weapon that killed her grandfather. Her lips were cracked, her skin pale, but yet her two dogs, Oblivion and Skype, lay besides her in the land rover, not recoiling at the deafening screech. After the strident clamour, all fell to a deathly silence, something that this young girl had dreaded but had occurred previous to a tragedy came. She peered out of the blacked out window, pushing away her fears for a instant, and observed the desolate streets of a place she had once loved, but now it just provoked agonizing reminiscences of the past and before the living dead took their home in this world. But the street was now empty; not engaged with thousands of people hurrying to shops and market stalls. It was silent now and she was unaccompanied by any human. Daringly, she looked through the back and front windows risking her cover, then selected both her AK47 and Barrett 50cal, and then aimed at anything that stirred amongst the ruin and rubble. Her knife was then returned to its position, seeing that all was composed, stationed in her right hand military boot. The street was the lucid remains of havoc and chaos; wreckage and debris of the cars and the state of shops, market places and malls, most burnt by fire or crumbling because of devastation, very few intact with walls and structure still holding strong were remaining standing. The scene, over all, was quite depressing, yet she attempted to kindle the hope that both of her parents were still living in this mass destruction. A resistance group was only several hundred yards away from her, and if stimulated, and effortless place to sprint to for shelter if a wave of disturbed dead-walkers came near with infecting distance, but maybe some people in that building were infected. She did want to regroup with someone, but at this moment she preferred to stay alone. For most of the zombie apocalypse, she had spent her time underground with her twenty – seven year old uncle, a navy SEAL officer equipped with the paramount artillery and weaponry supplies and ammo. He went ‘up top’ sporadically to collect supplies and ammo, and left her with ten packs of ammo, a tazer, four guns and a pack of grenades. She always hid the knife in her boot however. But her uncle was missing, and all she had left in the world was her two dogs and a pigeon that she had once tamed, but that had flown away a year ago, most likely dead. Annabel pulled a half eaten packet of crisps and a bitten sandwich, and ate them slowly then drank a small amount of water that she had had for several days. But then, in that split second, she thought about deciding on something reckless, something entirely stupid, a thought that she was going to go in that building and kill as many dead as possible, not matter how wild it was. She but her back on her back and tightened the straps, and took out both her AK47 and barrett 50cal, and checked is both were fully loaded. She pulled up her hood and zipped her jacket. All was prepared. She silently opened the car door and let both Oblivion and Skype out and they then waited for Annabel to come to. Then she ran. She ran as quick as her feet could carry her, dodging the rubble and running into the upper level parking garage, aiming carelessly at the zombies and shooting, in attempt to kill as many as possible with a headshot, a smile on her face. ‘’We were on earth first!’’ She screamed in a sudden rage of anger. Adrenaline ran through her veins like a bullet, as she recklessly shot as fast as the gun would. But no, she would wait out in this car for a while, until she saw someone, someone who was at least alive and not someone who wanted to eat her brains. Annabel decided to lay low for a while, and wait for someone to come, hopefully not a zombie. . . . .................... . . .
{ muse-lacking 724 worded post. deatailed. }Character: Annabel Farren Hart
Where: In a land rover next to the parking garage
Talking to: No-one
Mood: Depressed, scared, ruthless
Mentally: 89 %
Physically: 97 %
Word Count: 724 words. a little small but i was unsure what to write. sorry for the delay.
Apperance:
xoxoxoxox
Annabel is like a girl in a picture, painted with the thin and small build and long flowing hair. The girl with the blue eyes guarded by long dark eyelashes, and thin eyebrows. Her eyes and beautifully complimented by her softly tanned skin tone, and her frame, gently touched with her light brown hair highlighted with streaks of blonde, that is normally set in a bun or ponytail with strands falling just above her pale flecked eyes. Her lips are as red as roses, with a youthful smile and cheeky grin forming in the corner. Her shoulders are normally loose, or tight with stress or worry. Her figure is slim, with an athletic look from the football and many other sports that she has participated in. She is normally dressed in black or her light blue t-shirt with the red and orange writing and flower. She has thin wrists and nimble fingers, from the many words that she has written. Her legs are a bit smaller than normal, however it fits with her torso almost perfectly, with small feet in any colour of converse. She stands of a height about 3"6 with a body with an innocent yet guilty look, with more delicate and feminine features with an opposite personality.
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{ anyone can find her in the car if you wish }
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example five::
|{ . ғ α я я ɛ и . }|
|{ . sixteen . crushless . eevee morph . in pain . in a field . }|
Paradise was the scenery around the girl. She lay motionless,
not ever a flicker in this slumber. The grains seemingly dance
in the fresh breeze that cooled the sun’s torrid emission,
and only blew the teen’s thick hair. All was serene and tranquil,
silent apart from the gentle wind ruffling the trees enclosing
the flowery clearing. Her sleep was not once disturbed. A purple
wild flower was blown by the wind and was caught under Farren’s
well tanned hand, but it was stained by a red and sticky substance.
Blood.
But suddenly, she awoke, but not pleasantly. A severe pain struck her
spine, almost disabling her legs completely. Her vision was blurred
and her head, dizzy, and her hands cut. Even one of her knees
were bruised. She rarely hand a bruised knee, as it was mainly
her head or her arms that where bruised, scarcely ever her knee.
A large groan escaped her sore throat as she struggled to find her
balance and thus get to her feet. She strained her eyes and waited
for them to adjust to the bright, beaming sunshine. Her knees
became weak as she stood up, but it just managed to sustain her
weight, with aid of a willow tree behind her. With the shade from
the willow, her eyes managed to finally adjust to the light, but she
was barely able to stand without support as all her energy was
drained. But Farren thought to herself and decided it must of been
a hangover, but why was she in a meadow she questioned herself.
When the bleeding from her hands had stopped, she used the back
of her hands to wipe her eyes, and her vision was now no-longer
blurred or strained. A sudden sensation of tiredness overcame her
thin body and sent a yawn out through her lips. It must of only been
early afternoon because of how light it was. But the thing that overcame
her mind was how she got here and where she actually was. The middle
of nowhere?
Rapidly, a thought raced through her mind. She could of been kidnapped
and taken away from her family. A panicked look was painted across her
face, and nothing could calm her, but how could that be possible, and if
it was, where was the kidnapper? More questions began to form in young
Farren’s uneasy and troubled mind. She tried to stable her position next
to the tree so that her back would no longer ache. But her knees gave way
and she sank to the bottom of the grass trunk. Then, another pain shot
through her left arm like a bullet. What was the matter with her? Was she
on some sort of drug? Many things began to confuse her in the heat of the
moment. Then the feeling of dizziness and a headache began to come on
in her head. She was back to the beginning again. But she was completely
helpless to the situation. That was the thing she hated the most about this,
as well as the fact that she was in the middle of nowhere that she has
suggested before. She became stressed in a matter of moments. Farren
became uneasy and lay down with her head on a small, grassy bank. While
she lay, Farr shielded her face from the sun with her arm, and then sighed
deeply, wishing for the pain to go away. But she knew, this was not going
to happen. The teen pinched herself weekly, hoping and wishing for this to
be a bad dream and she would wake up in the middle of a maths lesson
with the teacher bellowing a detention at her face.
Then she realised that she was wearing something completely different
from the time before the black out. She was wearing a grey and white
striped jumper saying ‘Love Pink’ in bold in the middle with a short grey
denim shorts to match the look. However, she was now wearing a white
top saying ‘Happiness’ with torn dark blue denim shorts. Everything just
became stranger by the second. What was happening? The day was getting
worse, but a sudden instinct inside her told her to get up. With a sudden
new life of energy, she did just that. She used the last reserves of her
strength to get up with the assist of the same tree from before, the willow.
The blinding light as she escaped the shade of the tree was painful and first,
but her eyes, once again, adjusted. As the blur faded away, just across the
clearing a small purple back pack lay resting next to a hollow log from a tree,
but the grain grew wild around that part of the clearing, and the ground uneven.
She sighed once more as she tried to take a step, and her knees almost gave way
once again, but a new fighting spirit was in her, and something gave her a drive
to push on and persevere. Cries of tenderness quietly escaped her lips as she
stammered painfully towards the bag, curious to know what was inside it. She
let out a loud cry, this time as she fell to the ground in agony. Her legs had given
in. But small hints of swagger came back from the time when she came to Mythar
for a holiday, and this gave her even more drive to push on. With this she used
] her upper-body strength to manoeuvre her way through the thick vegetation.
It took her a while, but in the end, only a few feet away from the bag, she
sprained her shoulder. She winced loudly in spite of the sharp pain in her arm,
and now it was almost impossible to get to the bag. A small task to walk a few
yards now became impossible to complete, as almost all odds were against her.
Farren was mortified. However, her fighting spirit did not once die in this time,
and she still had one hand to work with. She used this hand to lodge in holes in
the ground and pull herself along. Even though her legs were tender and sore,
she used her as extra help to her arm, but she rested her injured arm. She
was now in reaching distance of the bag.
With a curious spark inside her once dull eyes, she reached into the bag and
found water and granola bars, as well as a dark blue hoodie, compass and a
pink pokedex. She grabbed the hoodie and used it as a sling, but then,
ever so slightly, she heard a noise, a faint noise like someone was rummaging
through a bag, like she was doing, then followed by a loud and closer scream
of a girl. There was others like her in this situation, but where were they and
how she could find them, was something she didn’t know.
The words ‘’help me’’ escaped her throat faintly and then she lay there, drained
of energy.
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